Wei Mading
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MW June 2014
Wei Mading
WUWANG HANYUPINYINLIANXI
wuwangliusiuwangliusiwwangliusiwu
angliusiwuwngliusiwuwagliusiwuwan
liusiwuwangiusiwuwanglusiwuwangli
siwuwangliuiwuwangliuswuwangliusi
MW June 2014
标签:1989, art, massacre, memory, Sara Bernal
发表在 June 2014, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
Zheng Xiaoqiong
AT THE HOSPITAL
setting sun shines on these poor people sick with disease
I know them, coming from low lying mountains
they are squatting
sitting at the hospital doors
snake skin belts, wrinkled clothes, face full of callouses, clutching
banknotes warm from their bodies, their inarticulate staring
at white-washed walls, corridors smelling of
soda, IV hooks next door, bottles
he is squatting, pain deep inside, flesh and bone, life’s inside
she is asking
setting sun in her eyes gleaming towards the western mountain
she sits in the hospital sunset, so peaceful
fear deep inside cannot be spoken
they hold on to each other, walking out of the red-cross hospital
setting sun shines in her eyes, his disease
in poverty, he lies on the low wooden bed
waits for his disease to swallow him like the sun
Tr. MW, June 2014
郑小琼
在医院
落日照着这个疾病缠身的穷人
我认识他们,来自矮墩墩的山头
他们蹲着
坐着,在医院的门口
他们蛇皮带子皱褶衣裳,长了满面茧子,手中捏着
带体温的钞票,他们木讷的眼神
盯着白色的墙壁,充满苏打味的
医院走廊,隔壁的吊针,玻璃瓶
他蹲着,疼痛深入肉体、骨头、生活的内部
她询问
她眼里落日的光芒在走近西山
她坐在医院的夕照中,如此宁静
有着至深的畏惧也不能说出
他们相扶持,走出红十字医院
夕阳照着她的眼神,他的疾病
在贫穷中,他躺在低矮的木床上
等待疾病吞噬落日般的生命
标签:disease, hospital, illness, life, poverty, Sara Bernal, sun, Zheng Xiaoqiong
发表在 June 2014 | Leave a Comment »


